And that trouble started this morning at 5:AM when I woke up in anticipation of my 5:30 alarm. I'm actually using a new app called 'Sleep Timer', which tracks the quality of your sleep. It uses motion sensors to detect movement of the bed over the course of the sleep cycle and then charts what mode of sleep you are in from awake to deep sleep. Then as you approach the time that the alarm is set for, it selects the "best" time to wake you according to where you are in the cycle. In essence it could go off up to a half hour before the actual wake time. Then once you wake, you can choose your mood and also record your heart rate. I'm not sure what tracking these items does for the app, but after 5 days, it starts to calculate the percentage of good sleep. Last night the alarm was set for 6, but I woke up at 5 and then layed in bed until it finally went off at 5:30. All of this, just so I could go to the gym before work. It was too early. I was too tired and thought I had my gym bag in the car but did not. I was too tired and wanted to walk more but could not find the motivation. I was too tired and my stomach ended up hurting and I felt very 'off'. I was too tired and just plain mad about it. I arrived back home just before 7 and layed back in bed and every part of my body and brain was begging me to go back to sleep. I could not do that though because I had to get the kids up and do the morning routine. It wasn't bad, but once they were gone, my mind wandered back to its sleepy place. That is pretty much where it (my mind) stayed all day. Now as I sit here in my bed, all I feel is dread about attempting a repeat performance. Abstaining from most sugars was tough, but this just might be too much for me to handle. Perhaps I am missing the point of this now. This is not supposed to be about challenging myself to do things I don't want to do, it's supposed to be about spending my free time doing more of the things I love in life and maybe finding some new things. Yeah, this week might need a little tweaking so that it doesn't end up being just another dreaded 13. Here's Looking at You, Kids, Miss SugarCookie